A quarter of an hour later.
A fourth-tier spirit vessel shot into the sky from Hundred Flowers Valley, speeding toward Yang Province.
The spirit vessel sailed through the sea of clouds, while the Fourth Elder sat cross-legged in its meditation chamber, his expression grave.
His gaze occasionally swept over the Seventh Elder, who slumped in a corner with his spiritual power sealed and his face ashen. He also warily extended his spiritual sense to probe their surroundings.
"Alas..."
The Fourth Elder sighed inwardly.
Though he and the Seventh Elder had never been particularly close, they had worked together for hundreds of years.
Seeing him reduced to this state, he could not help feeling the fox's sorrow at the rabbit's death.
But for the sake of the sect, he had no other choice.
The spirit vessel flew at full speed.
Suddenly, the sea of clouds ahead churned violently, and a terrifying surge of spiritual power erupted without warning!
An enormous palm imprint of spiritual power crossed dozens of miles in an instant and slammed into the spirit vessel!
"Enemy attack!"
The Fourth Elder cried out, unleashing every last bit of his spiritual power.
His hands rapidly formed seals before his chest, and a thick barrier of light instantly took shape.
Yet the power of this spiritual palm imprint far exceeded the Fourth Elder's imagination!
Boom!!!
Amid the deafening blast, the fourth-tier spirit vessel's protective barrier shattered like paper, and the sturdy vessel instantly broke apart.
The dozens of Hundred Flowers Valley disciples aboard, along with the Seventh Elder whose cultivation had been sealed, had no time even to scream before the raging spiritual power and fragments of the disintegrating vessel tore them into chunks of flesh.
Although the Fourth Elder defended with all his strength, the aftershock of that palm strike